Page 11 of Somehow You Knew

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Timothy says.

As if on cue, the walls begin to tremble with the rumble of a motorcycle outside. Moments later, the front door chimes, and Timothy glances behind me as I twist to see exactly who I’m dealing with.

And the moment I do, my breath stalls.

Holy shit.

Jet-black hair, piercing green eyes, and tattoos snaking down his arms all the way to his knuckles. The air around him crackles with something electric, something that makes my stomach clench.

Hummingbird Guy.

“Hey, there. Sorry I’m late. Traffic on the beach road was a nightmare,” he says, stepping past me to shake Timothy’s hand across the desk.

“No problem. The traffic always gets crazy in the morning as tourists head toward the beach and everyone else is trying to get to work,” Timothy replies.

Gage takes a seat in the chair beside me as my pulse pounds violently. “I’ll remember that in the future.” He twists to face me, flashing me a lethal grin that shouldn’t affect me the way it does, especially now that I know who he is. “I’m Gage.”

I clear my throat as I debate how to respond. I’m speechless, truly speechless. And that never happens to me. Ialwayshave something to say.

“Uh… Hazel.”

He gives me a curt nod and then turns back to Timothy.

Jesus, really? He’s going to act like he doesn’t know me?

And then the realization slams into me.

Oh my God. What if he doesn’t remember me?

Did I dream up our interaction? Or does he go around drawing things on random women so often that we all just blur together?

“Hazel, Gage is Diane’s nephew, which I’m sure you’ve put together by now,” Timothy says, pulling me from my mental spiral.

I manage a dumbfounded nod in response.

“So what did you need to talk to us about?” Gage asks, not even bothering to glance my way.

Great. He’s gorgeousandanasshole.

“I thought everything was taken care of with my aunt’s estate.”

“Most of it was, yes,” Timothy says, opening a file folder and pulling out a few papers. “But there was one other matter she wanted settled that just involves the two of you.”

I shift in my seat, suddenly uneasy. “The two of us?”

Timothy nods. “Yes. As you know, Diane had no children, no spouse, and therefore no legal beneficiaries of her wealth. So, she chose you two.”

I barely have time to process that before he drops the next bombshell. “Diane had amassed a total wealth of 10.2 million dollars.”

My eyes threaten to fall out of my head. “Holy shit.”

Diane was rich?

Beside me, Gage exhales sharply. “Christ. I knew she had money, but I didn’t think we were talkingeight figures.”

“Yes, well… She made a good living as an engineer and had stock in a little-known software company back in the ‘90s—before it became one of the biggest names in cybersecurity. She wanted to be sure the people who meant the most to her were taken care of long after she was gone.”

But she lived so simply… The most frivolous thing she ever spent money on was Blueberry’s endless collection of tiny sweaters and superhero capes. Yet, apparently, she was a millionaire?

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